Video Temperature Check de The Alchemist 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

The Alchemist - Temperature Check Lyrics

[Intro: Big Hit, Emma Garland & Joe O'Hara]
Maybe
You check the temperature out there
Foot on these niggas, uh

[Chorus: Big Hit]
Gaze, temperature check (Check)
Gaze, temperature check (Check)
Gaze, chop or the TEC (TEC)
The Ruger, the Glock, or the Smith
Gaze, temperature check (Check)
Gaze, temperature check (Check)
Gaze, chop or the TEC (TEC)
Thе Rambo knife with the vest (Vеst)

[Verse: Big Hit]
You into talkin' at best (Best)
I'm into stoppin' your breath (Breath)
You good at poppin' that mess
When I pop in your pop, knock you next to your breast
You tippin' the cap for them checks (Yeah)
I'm flockin' the spot with your vest (Yeah)
Oh, you that witness? Confess
I keep a secret 'til death (I keep a secret)
You just a peasant, a pest (Pest)
I'm just a king under stress (Stress)
The Damu under duress, it just ain't no real niggas left (No real niggas left)
You into fictitious idols (Idols)
Me, I'm just into the Bible (Bible)
I'm different, suicidal
Broad daylight, ridin' on rivals (Ridin' on rivals)
You askin' why, in denial
Snitchin' on all of your vitals
All in, we'll take us our vitals
Splittin' your spirit, dividin' your vitals, uh
[Chorus: Big Hit]
Gaze, temperature check (Check)
Gaze, temperature check (Check)
Gaze, chop or the TEC (TEC)
The Ruger, the Glock, or the Smith
Gaze, temperature check (Check)
Gaze, temperature check (Check)
Gaze, chop or the TEC (TEC)
The Rambo knife with the vest (Vest)

[Outro: Wendy Byrde, Ray Conlin & Conan Nolan]
What's the temperature?
I'll go down there and check it out
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